Cotton-Candy Corner Bakery

Beneath a sky of blue, the sugar walls exhale, A pink-domed shop where warmth and wonder softly stay. In orange windowglow, small cakes in silence sail, While passersby drift slow along the powder way. A stack of rings sits high like wishes neatly piled, Palm shadows lean and hum in cotton-candy air. The city feels like play, unhurried, bright, and mild; Here every simple step becomes a sweet affair.